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"In spite of difference of soil and climate, of language and manners, of laws and customs, in spite of things silently gone out of mind and things violently destroyed, the Poet binds together by passion and knowledge the vast empire of human society, as it is spread over the whole earth, and over all time. The objects of the Poet's thoughts are every where; though the eyes and senses of man are, it is true, his favorite guides, yet he will follow wheresoever he can find an atmosphere of sensation in which to move his wings. Poetry is the first and last of all knowledge--it is as immortal as the heart of man."

--William Wordsworth, "Preface to Lyrical Ballads "

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And Thus an Angel, appeared to me
She showed me my book of Poetry
Are these your words, written on this page,
these words here, did you sage
while wasting time, while passing the age ?
You write of such things
Women, Pain and Love
you...

This Poetry is dedicated to a Woman, who doesn't realize how Awesome she really is. Anything she tries she excels at.
When I awoke this is what I knew
Good morning my love,.. I love you,
and you know that it is true.
Please be very careful,...

As I wiped away... the snowy ground
a frozen flower was ....what I found
A cold, cold heart... as it lay there
barely breathing...... the frozen air
I picked you up... off your knee's
Your lips I kissed. and then you breathed.
A...

Just Let Me use my talent
to write.. some thing nice
something... soft and tender
not something... cold as Ice
Just Let Me show you..
the warmth... in my soul
awaken thoughts in your mind
that are there.... we both know
Just...

I want to dedicate this poem to ANANCELESTE . I found her hub "Message in a Bottle" and it had no replys. I could not believe that that this beautiful write of hers, did not have at least one response from all of the thousands of other hubs on...

My Darling
I Dreamed of us,
together we played﻿
in the tall green grass,
where we once did lay...
﻿ You gave me your love
so tenderly......
to happen again...
will it ever be ?
I hold you close...
now, only in my dreams
Why...

there are professionals, (architects, explosive experts, builders) that believe they were brought down by explosive charges and have factual evidence of this, and believe that the owner of the buildings was involved...